An Ode To a Mariner

Surrounded by people, alone as i sit,I stare out far, at a man in a shiny car. Boredom takes me to the far away sea,to the sailor surrounded by nothing but blue to see, As the wind blows,the vessel sails, he sits and wonders how for a person, the heart could wail, For fond Memories and remembrances haunt him as the sun sets At dusk and at twilight, when the birds return to their nests. Here where I am, I wonder if the sea knows, of the mariner and his promising woes. that he who is surrounded by nothing but waves has no other wish but to escape. Would the ocean send the mariner to his abode? Away from the sea, towards the shore? Because an incomplete story would magically complete,With the much awaited return of the mariner's glorious fleet.